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Sexy asshole.
He’s such a pro.
Beau can be serious, sweet, and seductive at the same time. I suspect Vegas and my vagina favor him to win our tempting bet.
So I stay strong. I start unpacking my weapons hidden in black silk DELTA’S bags.
“Whatcha got there?” And Beau grins, spotting their obvious eggplant shape.
“My real boyfriends.”
“Really?” He smirks. “Care to introduce me?”
I have manners. I take a few out, presenting them like a royal receiving line.
“If you please.” I wave the dual-ended dildo. “Meet Mr. Glass. He dates my pussy and ass.” I take out the lifelike one with a wide suction base. “And this is Sir Sticky. But I believe you’ve already met at The Mercier.” The memory ignites Beau’s eyes. “And this is Master Moan. He speaks six vibrating languages.” I hold the purple and white most expensive dildo for Beau to admire before I unveil one more. “And this is Mr. Bronson. I save him for special occasions.”
The dildo I named after Beau is a King Cock Girthy Ultra with a realistic curve and seven and a half inches of insertable heaven.
Beau licks his lips at it. “And on what special occasions do you date big Mr. Bronson?”
“When he spoils me, inviting me on a relaxing, tropical writing vacation.”
The sudden thrill fades from his eyes. “I’m glad you’ll be happy. That’s all that matters because it’s not a vacation for me.” He mutters, asking, “Is it obvious? The shit between us?”
He knows we’re good. We’re safe. I’m armed with dildos, and we’re never fucking again, so he’s worried about his war with Colton.
“Yes,” I’m honest, putting my toys back in their bags. “It’s obvious to me and your coach. There’s so much tension between you two that you won’t make it through training camp or the pre-season until you fix it. But don’t worry. It’s not obvious why.”
He glances down, toeing the floor, so I ask, “Beau, what happened? You know this Dr. Gary guru is going to ask.”
“I’ll never tell him. Neither will Colt. It’s career suicide.”
“But you have doctor-patient confidentiality.”
He scoffs, “It’s the NFL. Even my stool sample isn’t confidential. I signed the right to privacy away a long time ago.”
I put my boyfriends in the nightstand and plop down on the bed. “So, will you at least tell me? I sorta know what happened in college. But tell me more. Tell me what happened before the Super Bowl, too.”
Beau trudges over and falls on the bed beside me. He stares at the ceiling fan whirling above. “I’m afraid to tell you.”
“Why?” I sit beside him, my leg touching his thigh. “You know I’ll never judge. I’ll put fake cockroaches in your gym bag, but I’ll never hurt you.”
He grins. “Remember when I filled your dorm room with ten dozen dick balloons?”
“Asshole.” I chuckle. “You know I love big dicks but have a globophobia. Popping balloons freak me out.”
“I know.” He starts laughing. “Like you know I have a phobia for fucking bugs.”
“Didn’t stop you from freeing crickets in my car.”
“I paid a buddy to do that.”
I nudge his leg. “Then tell this buddy the truth. What happened between you and Colton?”
He sighs, regret and more twisting his handsome face.
“We hadn’t spoken since high school,” he explains. “In college, we were true rivals. We hated each other. Alabama won three Iron Bowls in a row until we lost to Auburn our senior year. And the truth is, I was mindfucked in that last game, too. I could feel Colt’s eyes burning into me from across the field. I let Auburn take us into a tie game, and our kicker couldn’t make the fifty-seven-yard field goal, so Auburn caught the ball in the end zone and ran it one hundred and nine yards for the win. And it was my fault, and I know it.”
